A day in the life.

Wednesday. 6:30am. Woken by an abrupt projectile pillow to the face.
7:45am. Missed the shuttle.
8:00am. Made the shuttle.
8:15am. Arrived at work to be called to a breakfast meeting with my boss, who informs me that the project we've been slaving away at for a month has encountered a "major scientific hiccup" and must be essentially rewritten in two days.
8:30am. Scrambled and stressed for hours.
2:37pm. Told off for talking to Aya about the opera. We both do this o_O and all laugh.
5:32pm. Receive yet another weird and wonderful package from odd finance manager, this time stuffed with a million different sachets of tea. I'll take it.
6:25pm. Catch shuttle the hell outta there.
6:40pm. Board BART to Richmond.
7:15pm. Arrive in Berkeley, get burger on the way to the DC. Informed at this point that the flat has secured a virtual treasure trove of Encyclopedia Browns. Rejoice aloud on the street, questioned by a vagrant, move on.
7:30pm. Arrive at the DC, which is in end-of-cycle-esque chaos. And it's Sept. 24. Do the robot, learn about the FAIL blog from Skyler, play with hermit crabs.
8:00pm. Start working. Disasters abound. News loud and obnoxious. No photos to be had. New methods for all my work but no training for me because I can figure it out.
9:30pm. Can't figure it out. Call chain of command. Chain of command AWOL.
11:23pm. Reporters also AWOL. No one to answer questions. Dance break in the newsroom. Matt swings baseball bat dangerously close to head.
Thursday. 12:25am. Start putting paper to bed.
12:31am. Matt asks for quick glance at column to check if anything is "well, you know, libelous."
12:40am. Whole column is libel. Paper pulled back, fuming fuming, Jo swings baseball bat dangerously close to Matt's head.
12:57am. Put paper to bed.
1:03am. Jo and Laura make five year plan. Year of work for Jo, year of school for Laura, year in Senegal for both, brush up on french, then admittance into LSE/Sciences Po joint Masters in Economic Development and Economic History, one year in Paris, one year in London, rest of life in London/New York with Economist.
2:00am. Put online to bed.
2:06am. Laura leaves. Matt and Sam work. Jo loafs.
4:00am. Good morning to Philly component of team Encyclopedia Brown.
5:17am. Goodbye to Sam and Matt, trudge to BART. Sky black.
5:40am. Board BART for San Francisco.
6:13am. Lose phone on BART floor. Enlist help of four strangers to crawl around on BART floor to locate phone.
6:15am. Locate phone in purse. Scuttle shamefacedly off train at Montgomery.
6:30am. Read Onion, laugh myself to tears in sleepy funny delirium, guy across from me in Starbucks does this o_O, laugh more.
7:00am. Curl up for 17 minutes of blissful sleep in big purple chair in Montgomery Starbucks.
7:17am. Emerge from Starbucks fully rested and walk down Market Street to the Embarcadero, alternating between whistling, humming, and fully singing Paper Moon.
8:06am. Arrive at work. Back to earth. Repeat.